“But I gave my word to his Excellency that from
henceforth I’d be Whiggish, so you’ve
no right to treat me as one.”

“Then I’ll not,” agreed the lover.
“And since I plundered from you while you were
against us, ’t is only right that I should return
what I took.” He kissed her thrice tenderly.
“Good-by, my sweet,” he said, and, releasing
her, mounted. “’T is fortunate I depend
not on my own legs, for they ’d never consent
to carry me away from you.” He started his
horse, but turned in his saddle to call back:
“’T will not be later than the first of
November, with or without permission,” and throwing
a last kiss with his hand, spurred away.

Till Jack passed from view, the girl’s eyes
followed him then, with a look of dreaminess in her
eyes, she walked slowly back to Greenwood, so abstracted
by her thoughts that she spoke not a word to the attendant
hound.